It hurts. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. School is slipping from my fingers, and all that's keeping me alive is band, yet my parents are trying to take it away from me. They don't know that it's my lifeline, my reason to live, the only place I feel like I belong. There's so much being built inside of me, but when I get asked what's going on with me, all I can say is "I don't know." I don't know why school is draining; I don't know why I can't be smart like you. I'm sorry I'm not doing better. I'm sorry I'm not smart enough. I just can't be like them. I'm
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